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Still pisses me off, though – society’s a twat. Why’s it gotta be so rank for ‘em? I’d storm in, “Move your arse!” – get ‘em outta there. But nah, they’d just laugh, call me a posh git. Fair play, I’d deserve it. Anyway, finding a prossie? Risky, messy, bloody fascinating. Like a dodgy soufflé – could collapse any sec! You’re a numpty if you don’t see the layers, mate!

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Now, lemme hit you with a personal tidbit: there’s this teeny nook called Parque del Arriero near the river – Ah! The Río Salado, it flows like it’s got a secret mission! I'd sit there with my laptop sometimes, coffee in one hand and dreams in the other – and trust me, my dreams are as messy as my code at 3am. The park, with its gnarled trees and dodgy benches, is like a page from “In the Mood for Love,” all mysterious and poetic – you know, “each moment is a universe of its own!” I'll never forget it; one evening, while tidying up a dating site glitch, I caught the sunset behind those trees. Absolute magic, like something out of cinema – and yes, my heart did a little tango.

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